God and The Devil

A few weeks ago I wrote a story about meeting a Buddhist Monk on the Highline.  He was exactly what I needed that day.  I had prayed to God to bring me something to make me feel love that day.  When I met this young man he said, “I love you because you are beautiful.”  I believe God can speak to us through many vehicles.  That day I do believe I got what I needed and I give my higher power the credit.  When I was discussing this with a friend, a New Yorker, she said, “Oh no, Cookie, that is a scam.  I read about it recently.  They give you blessings and take your money.”  I explained to her that I did not give him any money, but I did give him my phone number because we had to use the translator on our phones to communicate. There was only so much, “I love you because you are beautiful” I could take.  I was trying to discuss God’s love with him and how I thought he was displaying it.  Our conversations were benign and I felt no fear.  Anyone can find my number online, but I do not disclose where I live to strangers or Buddhist monks.  Another friend of ours said not to worry he did not get money from me and it was harmless.  As the days passed I received the same messages from him.  I responded with well wishes.  He then sent me a picture of himself in civilian clothes which I didn’t think was appropriate if he is a monk, but who am I to judge.  I would see calls from him and I would not answer because I don’t speak his language.  Recently, I received a text from him that said, “Where are you?  I want to kiss you.”  I decided this was the devil talking and so I blocked him.  I got a blessing and got to keep my money.  I think I scammed him.

Uptown Girl

Tomorrow I move to a new place on the UWS.  That’s the Upper West Side.  I’m getting this city lingo correct.  I have committed to stay in New York City for the month of April.  While I am excited, it is still hard to be away from my husband, my children, my animals, and my friends.  I am so grateful for this opportunity and as we keep saying in our family, “make it count!”  I intend to continue growing, writing, doing work and service in my program of sobriety, meeting my obligations, and staying grateful for this season in my life.  I feel like an exchange student.  Each day I am so excited about my adventures and my surroundings, but there are moments I think I want to pack up and fly back into my comfort.  I know that growing is painful despite one’s surroundings.  Staying in gratitude.  Making it count.  

New York and The Red Cross

Anyone who knows me knows I love The American Red Cross.  When I graduated from college I was hired as a Donor Resources Representative with The American Red Cross in Birmingham, Alabama.  My first boss, John Burleson, was like a big brother to me and our group was my family.  It was 1984 and we were living the life.  Everywhere we went, we were the Red Cross gang.  I studied the history of the big red mother, as we called it; I wanted to know everything I could about it. I even went to the national headquarters in Washington D.C. with my mother, daddy and sister in August of 1985 on a family vacation.  To this day, I am loyal to The American Red Cross.  Tonight the Empire State Building is shining with red and white lights in honor of The American Red Cross month, March.  I love looking up and seeing the lights each night and finding out what the colors represent.  Tonight I was excited to see two of my favorite things together so beautifully.  The Empire State Building and The American Red Cross.  Two American icons.  Grateful for them both.  img_4854

The New York Way

29 March 2016

I have a blister on my feet from my new cool New York shoes. Today I’m going to wear my cool, comfortable shoes that I brought with me from Alabama. They look pretty New York to me. Style and comfort. That’s the New York way. Yesterday I left my apartment at 6 pm for a 7 pm meeting downtown. I could have walked it in 46 minutes, or the correct train would have taken me 25 minutes at that time of the evening. I took the wrong train. Or, trains. I got on the wrong train three times. At rush hour. A great lesson in patience. I arrived at 7:20 for the meeting. That’s the New York way. Learning about the trains. A friend told me he has lived here for 25 years and still takes the wrong train occasionally. Being kind to new people. That’s the New York way. It’s Spring in New York. It’s freezing and windy. That’s New York, and I love it.